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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Trouble

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> When Bucky first meets you, he thinks you're nothing but trouble. Eventually, it becomes a nickname you answer to.

Disclaimer: fluff with steamy moments at the end, enemies-ish to lovers, hint of fake dating as Bucky is Reader's wedding date, Bucky gets a little jealous, sharing a hotel room, reader works for Shield, Sam and Maria are mentioned to be engaged, swearing. Not fully proof read.

“Hey, Trouble.” 

You gave a short sigh, but kept the smile on your face. “Morning, Buck.”

Bucky had been calling you ‘Trouble’ since the first day he met you. Granted, having first met you, he thought you were trouble. You’d been inside a building they were surveying and he mistook you for one of the gang members he and Sam had been watching for the last three months. You’d given them the slip that evening, only to turn up in their Monday morning meeting. 

Hill had hired you. 

“Hill, she’s nothing but trouble. We caught her-”

“I know you did.”

Sam looked at his fiance. “And you’re still gonna hire her?”

Maria nodded with her arms folded across her chest. In honesty, it was more like a shrug before she turned to you. You’d been far too relaxed in your seat since Bucky had walked inside. Just another indicator that you were trouble. And you were smiling. Smirking? 

Maybe a bit of both. 

“I was a Fed.”

“You’re a Fed?”

You shook your head. “Was. Was a Fed.”

Maria continued for you. “She graduated first in her class in everything. Field work and academics, alike. Y/n has been on our radar for a while.”

Because you were trouble.

Bucky felt Sam nudge him. “Subtitles, Buck. You might not be saying anything but we can see it on your face. I can see it on your face.” 

Bucky just scowled more. Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Credentials like hers don’t come across my desk too often these days. I wanted to see if she was the real deal so I sent her to tail you two.”

Both men did a double take of Maria and yourself. “Us?!”

You laughed a little at their surprise. “Yes, you. You know, for two of the world's best Avengers you are both terrible at being secretive. In the space of three days I’ve managed to find out your routines.”

“Three-” Sam’s words spat from his mouth. “Three days?! You’ve had her following us for three days?”

Maria shrugged, again. “Told you training was coming soon. Gotta find a way to keep you both of your toes.”

It was then Sam’s turn to scowl. He understood why, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. Three days? He and Buck had been followed for three days by-by-by a, a what, a teeneger?

It was only when you replied, “I’m in my 20s.”, did Sam realise he’d said his question out loud. 

“You’re a fetus.” Bucky said before looking at you. Biologically, he might be in his 30s. But his birthday was over a hundred years ago. 

You just smiled at him. 

“Y/n’s gonna be joining your team.” 

“What?” Bucky asked, almost giving himself whiplash as he turned back to Maria. 

“Relax, Sergeant Barnes.” He looked back at you. “I’ll mostly be working alongside Captain Torres. As fun as field work can be, I’m a lot more useful to both of you behind a monitor. So, if you ever need anything hacking. Government secrets? Secret chambers? That dating profile Sam set up in your honour?” 

Nearly giving himself whiplash again, Bucky looked at Sam. And, as guiltless as he tried to look, he failed. He’d set him a dating profile up? When?!

“You just let me know,” you smiled.  “Am I free to go, Director?”

Maria nodded. “Bishop agreed to meet you outside your apartment to help you get settled in.”

You nodded with a smile. “Thank you.” Then you turned back to your new teammates. “See you boys on Wednesday.”

That had been almost three years ago. It had taken all of twenty minutes for Bucky to adopt your new nickname. Trouble. In the beginning, it had been because he thought that’s what you were; trouble. Bad news. But, after a while, you started to wear him down. 

It had taken a week for Sam to get used to you, and less than five minutes for Torres. He liked the way you kept “the grump” as you called him, on his toes. 

Eventually the nickname of Trouble moved away from hatred to a little more affectionate. It did take you entering field duty again without letting anyone know, saving both Bucky and Sam’s lives when they got cornered in a run down mansion out in the middle of nowhere. 

But never once had you forced a smile at the nickname. So, when you said “Morning, Buck.”, Bucky stopped in his tracks. He looked up from his clipboard, silently watching you for a moment. 

Even if your entire body wasn’t dripping with sweat as you continued to pummel the swinging punching bag in front of you, and even if your hair hadn’t been frizzing out from your rough ponytail as the back of your head; Bucky still would have known you were stressed. 

You never forced a smile around him. You’d been exasperated, tired, exhausted, angry, kind, loveable, happy, joyful, excited and every other emotion around him. But never once had you faked a smile around him. 

Around others? Sure. That was how he knew this one was fake. 

“Hold your horses.” Bucky said as he walked closer to you. 

You sighed, pulling your punches from the bag before finally standing still. 

“What’s up?”

“Nothing-” You started, shaking your head. But he wasn’t biting. 

“No, not nothing. What’s going on? You’re glaring at the bag like it owes you six months rent. What’s going on?”

You sighed, completely exhausted. “Nothing, Buck. It’s fine. I swear.”

“Trouble?”

You looked at Bucky. 

For as long as you’d been alive, you’d been able to read people. Their inner thoughts, their deepest feelings. But nobody had ever been able to read you. 

Until Bucky. 

Sam tried his best, as did Torres. And, credit where credit is due, they did well. But that was only when you weren’t trying to hide it. A long day at work? A show ending the way you didn’t want it to? 

But days like this? 

You’d gone all week without letting people see. And you knew they couldn’t see. But Bucky? It was like he could see right into your soul. 

And it scared the crap outta you. 

“Bucky…” Your voice was soft, pleading for him not to dig. 

It took all of thirty seconds for him to look away from you, looking at the ceiling with a short sigh. “Alright, come on.”

Taking you by the shoulder, he stepped you away from the punching bag and hooked the clipboard under his arm before taking your wrapped hands into his. Then he started to unravel the bandages. He could already see the small bruises on your knuckles. 

“You’re gonna need to ice them.” 

He said nothing else as he unravelled your hands. Then, he took hold of one. He dropped the clipboard on the bench as he walked you both over to your gym bag before dropping your wraps into it. 

“Bucky-”

“Come with me.”

“Buck- Bucky.” You looked around you, confused as to why he was dragging you out of the gym. “James!”

He pulled you beside him before pressing a gentle hand on your lower back. 

“This feels like ‘The Quiet Man’. Where the hell are we going?”

“I’m getting you out of the compound.”

You almost started jogging beside him. “Okay, I get you’ve been trying to fire me since day one but you don’t actually have that authority.”

Well, at least you were still joking with him. Even if he had tried in the early stages, he hadn’t tried to get you fired in over two years. 

Eventually you stopped arguing, simply sighing and saying, “Fuck it.”

Whether he was gonna try and fire you, kidnap you or drag you to a church in Ireland to get married; it was better than staying in the compound, throwing punches hard enough to break the bag for a second time. 

Two hours later, Bucky’s motorbike was parked up in the dirt road behind you both as you sat beside each other, your legs hanging over the edge of the grassy hill. 

“Feeling better?” Bucky asked as you were half way through your food. 

You nodded, a lot calmer than you were back at the compound. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Then after a beat, he spoke up again. 

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged. “Not much to say.”

“I think the punching bag might disagree.”

Bucky watched as a smile flexed subtly on your face. But after a split second, it disappeared. Your shoulders, somehow, dropped lower and you shook your head. 

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“Then start at the beginning.”

“I’m starting to regret showing you the movies you missed.” 

Bucky chuckled to himself quietly. Since you had become friends…kinda…you’d taken it upon yourself. Or rather, you and Joaquin, had taken it upon yourselves, with Sam’s help, to bring Bucky up to speed on everything he’d missed since being in the ice. 

It was on the nights when it was just you and him; maybe Sam was called away by his sister or his fiance, or Joaquin went to see his family. It was on those nights where you’d show Bucky the true classics. The ones he would have secretly loved if he’d gotten a chance to see them when they first got released. 

They were some of his favourite memories with you. 

Taking in a breath, you tried to work out in your head where the beginning was. 

“Work’s kinda taking its toll on me.” Finally admitting that outloud felt a lot easier than you’d thought it would. Bucky seemed to always have that effect on you. He made things easier. “I, uh, I’ve been asked to guest lecture at my old Training Academy and they keep trying to make me agree to a full time contract. The students apparently have learnt a lot and it makes their attendance records look better than they have done in years. Though, I’m pretty sure they only attended the lecture in the hopes that Joaquin would turn up again.”

Bucky just sat and listened to you as you looked out to the rest of the city. 

“I enjoy doing them, and I know the students like asking questions some of the teachers won’t answer directly. But between the missions, and the intel gathering. That’s taking me a lot longer than it used to, by the way and I hate it. I used to be able to crack open almost anything. But since tech development or whatever…criminals are a lot smarter than they used to be when it comes to their encryption.”

You took a few more breaths before continuing. 

“My family has been calling more and more recently, too. Don’t get me wrong. I-I love em’. But…” You let out a long breath. “It’s everyday. They’re asking for new information and I don’t have it. I’ve had a good day – that’s all I can say. I’m not dead. I spend my day going over lines and lines of data. What the fuck am I meant to say? And then I got an invite through my door last week inviting me to my cousin’s wedding and the phone calls from home have basically tripled. I’ve had to switch my answering machine off. They were filling it; have you got the invite yet? When are you gonna reply? You’re gonna be sitting next to your aunt from your dad’s side, you know I can’t stand that woman. Have you got your dress yet? Your dress is important, you need to look your best for the photos, Grandma will want ten copies, have you got a date yet? Do you need a date? Do you want me to ask your cousin if she has any single friends? Or maybe her fiance knows somebody? You can’t come to a wedding alone. Or maybe it’s best, that way we can help you find someone-”

Bucky laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, okay. Okay, breathe. Deep breaths.”

You took some more deep breaths. 

“It’s a never ending cycle, Buck. I-I go from one extreme to the other and…and I don’t know what I’m meant to do. I love my family, but right now I can’t think of anything worse than flying home and seeing them right now. And, as much as I love my work, I’d rather wait before I see another line of data.”

Bucky didn’t say anything for a while. He just studied you. The way your shoulders fell, the way your true feelings and pure exhaustion took over your expression, the way your voice dropped from the hurried pace from earlier. 

“You’re burning yourself out.”

Now, you finally looked at him. 

“You need to take a break. Call Hill in the morning and tell her you’re taking two weeks. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you.” 

“But we’ve got-”

“The next mission won’t happen until next month. But you need a break. Y/n. And as for your family, what if I went with you?”

“What?”

“Take me as your date.”

A small laugh escaped you. “Bucky, you don’t-”

“What?” He leaned back, his expression teasing. “Too handsome?”

“It’s not that-”

“Too old?” Bucky gave a short gasp. “I gotta tell ya, that’s ageist.”

You laughed. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…you don’t have to do that for me.”

“Why not? You’re my friend.”

“Oh, we’re friends now?”

Bucky shrugged. “I won’t tell, if you don’t.”

You smiled, softly. 

“Come on, what could go wrong?”

You nodded, slowly. “My family will meet you and never want to let you go, that’s what.”

Bucky just shrugged again. “Can’t help it. Mom’s love me.”

“Bucky, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. And I’m telling you to take the offer.”

You remained silent as you kept your eyes on him. Bucky watched as you bit your bottom lip pensively, like you were running through every worse case scenario before getting to the good ones. 

“Come on,” he whispered. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Finally, you agreed. “Okay.”

For the next two weeks, you spent most of your time relaxing, completing the jobs in your apartment you’d ignored over time and dress shopping for the wedding that would be taking place in two months time. 

By the time you got back to work, things felt less like a tsunami being thrown over you and after the mission, a wedding with your family didn’t seem too terrible. 

“Do I have to wear a bow-tie?” Bucky called out from the hotel room as you remained in the bathroom, fixing your make-up. 

You’d left him twenty minutes ago to get dressed. 

“According to the invite, it’s compulsory.” 

You heard Bucky groan a little before swearing at what you gathered was either himself, the invite or the bow-tie. 

“Why couldn’t it be a normal tie?”

“Because my cousin loves the idea of Old Hollywood.”

“Technically, when I went into the ice it was just known as Hollywood. And we wore ties.”

You chuckled, putting your lipstick brush down before quickly blotting your lips twice. Throwing the tissue into the bin by the door, you walked out of the bathroom, around and around the corner and back into your shared hotel room. 

“Parts of culture have been lost to time sadly, so bow-ties it is,” you said as you came into view. “Come here. I’ll do it.”

Bucky had caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, but seeing the real you. Not the reflected version…that was something else entirely. The colour complimented you in a way he’d never seen before, and the way it hugged and draped on your body was making his mind think things that he shouldn’t be thinking about his friend and co-worker. 

You were stunningly gorgeous. 

As you stood in front of him, so close that if he leaned forward just a touch, he could press his lips to yours,  his senses becoming filled with you and his hands itched to touch you. To hold you by your waist or your hips, just to keep you standing so close to him. 

“There.” You leaned back a little before looking at him with that smile that, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, had made him weak at the knees since the first day he’d met you. 

With your hands braced on his shoulders, you turned him around to face the mirror. “You look handsome.”

It wasn’t a genuine compliment covered up by a joke. You weren’t teasing him. 

You were being genuinely honest. 

And you tried to ignore the way he looked at you and the feelings it gave you in your chest, but meeting his eyes in the mirror only seemed to make that feeling grow. 

You hadn’t missed the way Bucky had stopped as you entered the room and how it took him a moment before his body kicked back into gear in order to stand in front of you. But you tried to ignore what you were feeling at seeing him dressed the way he was. 

Often he was in henley t-shirts and jeans when he wasn’t in his field uniform. So, seeing him all clean cut and in a tux was making you feel things. Since the henley’s were almost every day, you’d been able to, over the years, make yourself slightly immune to the feelings they gave you. 

But you’d never seen him in a tux. 

Even if you didn’t know he’d been in his 20s in the forties, seeing him dressed like this would have given you the feeling that he definitely had been in a past life. 

“We better go before we’re late.”

Bucky tried to find comprehensible words to say. The best he could come up with was, “Yeah.”

It wasn’t until the reception that he would finally be able to tell you how beautiful he found you. 

The wedding had been beautiful, every corner of the wedding venue being draped in silk. The dinner had gone off without a hitch. You and Bucky were seated together and despite the judgy comments from your aunt, Bucky held your hand throughout the entire thing, answering each question your aunt threw at him. 

And by the time people were invited onto the dance floor after the bride and groom, your aunt, happy with your choice of a date, nudged him to ask you to do as much. 

All he did was hold out his hand and looking from him, to the dance floor and back again, you took his hand. 

“I, uh, I don’t-” 

Bucky said nothing. With a light smirk on his face, he did what he’d wanted to do all night. Well, one of the things. 

Stepping into you, his hand firmly on your waist, he gently threw one of your hands to his shoulder before holding your other one firmly in his. 

“Okay.” Bucky heard you say quietly. 

His light smirk formed a small smile. “I might not know how to tie a bow-tie, but I do know how to dance.”

You nodded. “That. Is. Clear.”

You felt a little awkward, trying to keep your head away from the thoughts it was spilling into. 

Bucky chuckled and you felt his gravelly breath by the shell of your ear. “Just trust me, doll. I promise I won’t let you fall.”

You did, eventually, manage to relax a little as the song bled on. And, just as it started to feel easy and natural to be held by him in this way, his words sent both your head and your heart into a spin. 

“You’re gorgeous, by the way.” You leaned your head back a little to look at him. Was he fucking with you? “Stunning.”

You were thankful the lights were dimmer than they had been at dinner. It gave you at least a little cover for the heat that overtook your cheeks. 

“Thank you.”

Nothing else was said after that. You couldn’t keep looking at him, in fear that if you looked at him for too long, he’d be able to see right through you. 

So, with your temple resting against his, you let him lead you in a slow dance along with the rest of the couples. 

A little ways through the dance, you felt Bucky’s hand on your waist dip a little lower and onto your hip before moving to your back where you could feel his fingers softly trailing up and down your back against your dress. 

You felt yourself shiver at his touch. 

Bucky smirked a little by the shell of your ear. “Cold?”

When you spoke, your voice felt a little strangled to your ears. “No.”

You heard a small hum from his chest before he pulled you closer, or maybe you stepped closer to him, and his fingers softly continued to trail up and down. 

A few songs later, both you and Bucky sitting at a new table that your mother had dragged you to, you were asked to dance with someone your uncle had dragged over to meet you. And throughout your entire dance with the new guy, you just wished you were back in Bucky’s arms. 

However, as you danced, you failed to notice the way he was looking at you. But your cousin hadn’t. When Bucky’s eyes fell on you, he had a mixed look in them. Complete adoration and love, and that he could eat you alive. But when his eyes fell on the guy you were slightly awkwardly dancing with, a darker look took over. 

Jealousy. 

You’d told her that you’d be bringing a date, and from what your family had told her, your date was just a friend. But having watched both of you dance, and the way Bucky was looking at you…you certainly were not ‘just’ friends. 

And even if you were, it wouldn’t be for long. 

Then Bucky stood, carefully making his way over to you. And the look in your eyes when you spotted him making his way over…

Your cousin was certain the next wedding she would be attending would be yours.

“Mind me cutting in?”

The guy shook his head and stepped back, saying quiet words of kindness to you. But once you found yourself in Bucky’s arms, you felt yourself melt. 

“Thank you.”

“You looked like you had a stone in your shoes, trying to dance with him.”

“That’s kinda what it felt like. Glad to know I’ve got acting skills to fall back on if I ever want to quit. Or if you get me fired.”

“I’ll only get you fired if you start causing trouble, Trouble.”

A light smile appeared on your lips for a few seconds before you disappeared into his shoulder to hide your face from him. 

Two more dances and a conversation split between three different groups later, you were ready to go home. You said goodbye to your cousin, both you and Bucky complimenting her and the wedding before taking your leave. 

By the time you got back to the hotel, taking your heels off in the lobby, thankful to feel the cold marble floor beneath your feet, the clock was starting to reach midnight. 

Bucky took your hand in his, leading you to the elevator. And where you both could have stood opposite each other, without thinking, he pulled you into his side. Both of you stood in the centre of the elevator, Bucky leaned over and pressed the button to your floor. 

In the silence, Bucky watching the numbers climb higher and higher, you took time to look at him. The shape of him, his jawline. He’d taken his jacket off and given it to you on the walk inside to the hotel. The bow-tie was now loose and around his neck. 

“You’re staring.”

For the first time that night, you didn’t look away from him. 

“Can’t help it.”

Bucky looked back at you just before the doors to the elevator rang open. There was a soft smirk resting on his lips. 

“Come on, Trouble.”

Leading you out of the elevator, you pulled the hotel room key from your purse before sliding it into the door. With a beep, the latch unlocked itself and you pushed the handle down and Bucky helped you push the door open. 

The entire room was quiet. The moonlight floated behind the soft curtains, lighting up a few spaces on the carpet. The room remained quiet as you and Bucky walked around before he opened up the two dividing doors that led to his bedroom. 

Looking over your shoulder, you watched the muscles in his back tense as he opened the two doors and walked inside. And, despite wishing to stay and watch the show of Bucky getting undressed, you moved towards your bathroom. Zipping down the side panel zip, you let the gown fall to the floor before you pulled the clean pajamas you’d left on the counter over your head and up your legs. 

Despite the hour, you and Bucky stayed up a little longer to talk. He was back in a henley shirt and some long plaid pajama bottoms. 

The same ones you’d bought him when you’d been his Secret Santa two years ago. 

Your make-up had long been washed away and you and Bucky spent at least forty minutes gossiping about what the third cousin on your mom’s side had been wearing in replace of a hat. 

Then you had to say your goodnights. 

Only, as he closed the dividing door behind him, you felt like something was missing. You wanted him to stay. You wanted to keep talking to him. You wanted him…you wanted him to touch you the same way he had done on the dance floor, his voice gravelly by your ear, sending goosebumps across your body in a way nobody had ever done before. 

Little did you know, Bucky wanted the same. 

He could hear your footsteps on the carpet behind the door. The soft light from the lamp in your room shone under the door and he could see your shadow walking back and forth. Each time you walked back to the door, so did he. Only to then see it walk away, so he did the same. 

For the fifth time, you walked back towards Bucky’s door. Except, before you could walk back across the rest of your room, the door opened. 

And there he was. In the glow of moonlight from his own room, barely six feet from you. Neither of you said anything for a few moments, just letting the silent conversation pass between you. 

“I don’t want tonight to end.”

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them, or reword them. But you didn’t need to. If anyone understood you, it was Bucky. 

You didn’t know who moved first, but barely a second later, Bucky’s hands were pushing through your hair, pulling you closer as his lips crashed against yours. Throwing your arms over his shoulders, you pulled him closer before fisting his t-shirt. 

A moan vibrated from his chest as you pulled him closer, letting his kiss deepen. His finger ran through the lengths of your hair, gently pulling. 

As his steps carried him forward, yours carried you back until eventually he spun you, lifting you into his arms. Feeling your back secure against the wall, his hands supporting you, your body rocked against his hips as he leaned forward, driving your own further into the wall. 

You moaned a little as his tongue slipped past your lips and his fingers squeezed at your flesh. 

By the time you both woke up in the morning, breakfast had long been over, the sheets would be a completely tangled mess. And yourself and Bucky would be in a similar position; limbs tangled with one another's, heartbeats steady enough it could be mistaken for one, and the feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your spine. 

[evenwhenihadnothingihad-stucky]

Ok if Bucky and Steve got married can we agree Steve would take Bucky’s name instead of the other way around? Sure “Steve Rogers” is iconic but “Bucky Barnes” rolls off the tongue really nicely and “Bucky Rogers” is a massive downgrade. “Steve Barnes” sounds nice too.

It is gay law that whoever has the cooler sounding last name keeps the last name. I think straight people should adopt this too. Like why would a girl with a cool last name wanna change her name to “Smith” because that’s her fiancée’s last name. That’s literally so lame. Have the guy take your last name. Don’t be a pussy.

[navybrat817]

When you marry Bucky and Sam couldn't be happier for him. ❤️

[burninblood]

inspired by this comic: Natasha wearing black at her wedding (and Bucky loving it, ofc) <3

(if you want to commission me more wedding pics)

[exulxnsis]

finishing a series knowing that the author probably won’t write anything about it again since their other series is more popular..

[katatonicimpression]

No one is doing it like them

[mintyys-blog]

Steves shock and awe at his wedding day with f.d reader as shes in a 40s inspired wedding dress ^^ . A quiet wedding with the team and her family plus the two being the sweetest couple.

Y/n was being interviewed at vogue the next month and asked about the ring and prior to the interview steve let her spill the beans cause they are married . Many awe sure theres haters yet shes faced harsher critics . Her and steve are adorable!!!

DESIGNER LOVE— steve rogers x fashion designer! reader

WARNINGS: none

Steve had been through countless battles, faced enemies beyond imagination, and even survived being frozen in ice for decades. Yet, nothing—nothing—had ever made his heart stop like the sight of Y/N walking down the aisle.

She was breathtaking.

Draped in an elegant, 1940s-inspired wedding dress, she was the embodiment of timeless beauty. Delicate lace sleeves clung to her arms, and the flowing skirt trailed behind her in a way that felt almost ethereal. The vintage silhouette perfectly accentuated her form, paying homage to the era he once called home. Steve felt as though he had stepped back in time, back to a dream he never thought he’d live to see.

His fingers clenched at his sides as a wave of emotions crashed over him. Love. Awe. Absolute adoration.

Bucky, standing beside him as his best man, smirked and elbowed him slightly. “Close your mouth, punk.”

Steve barely heard him. His blue eyes were locked onto Y/N’s as she moved forward, her father guiding her toward him. Her own gaze shimmered with unshed tears, lips curving into the softest, most loving smile.

When she finally reached him, Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. His hands instinctively reached for hers, his thumb brushing against her knuckles as he whispered, “You are stunning.”

Y/N’s smile widened. “I wanted to wear something you’d love.”

Steve’s jaw clenched as he swallowed down the overwhelming emotion swelling in his chest. “I love you.”

The ceremony was intimate—just the way they wanted it. The Avengers sat amongst Y/N’s closest family, all of them witnessing a love that had withstood time, battles, and the weight of the world. There was no press, no grand spectacle—only them, promising forever.

As they exchanged vows, Steve could see nothing but her.

And when he kissed her, with her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands firmly at her waist, he knew this was the greatest victory of his life.

One Month Later – Vogue Interview

Y/N adjusted her blazer, smoothing down the fabric as she sat across from the Vogue interviewer. This was nothing new—interviews, press, cameras. She’d built a name for herself in the fashion industry, her designs gracing the pages of every major magazine. But today felt different.

Because today, she wasn’t just Y/N, the fashion designer. She was Y/N Rogers.

The interviewer leaned forward, her sharp eyes catching the glint of Y/N’s ring. “That’s a gorgeous ring. Tell me, is there a story behind it?”

Y/N glanced at the engagement ring and wedding band stacked on her finger, warmth spreading through her chest. She knew this moment was coming. Steve had told her before she left that she could finally spill the beans.

With a grin, she lifted her hand, letting the light catch the diamonds. “Actually… there is.”

The interviewer’s brows lifted. “Oh?”

Y/N leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “I’m married.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“What? To who?”

Y/N chuckled, tilting her head knowingly. “Steve Rogers.”

The interviewer’s mouth fell open. “Captain America? The Steve Rogers?”

“The one and only.” Y/N smiled, twirling the ring slightly. “We had a small wedding last month. Just close family and friends.”

The internet would be in flames by the time the interview aired. Y/N could already picture the reactions—shock, excitement, and, of course, the inevitable hate.

But she had faced harsher critics before.

Let them talk. She had Steve.

And they were happy.

Absolutely, perfectly, incandescently happy.

[yellowceiling]

i really love these two. think they should be joyous forever

[byjove]

It’s advisable to keep your livestock out in open pasture during hurricanes and large storms because animals naturally travel to the highest point during flooding and move for their safety if given the option. Larger flightier animals like horses will injure themselves if left locked in a barn during a big storm. If you live in an area prone to dangerous storms, make sure to microchip your pets (yes, you can microchip pigs and horses and goats and other pets, it’s not just for cats and dogs) and don’t lock them in the barn.

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Well, it was finally happening. The air was almost like the gymnasiam floor when the school ship had finally begun to dance.

Bucky imagined Elecktra and Yelena were about to have a field day.

He stood with Steve and Sam, trying not to fiddle with the place on his left finger where the ring would slip onto. He had asked Stark if he could make something to keep the ring in place, so a small divot was made.

“Relax,” Sam leaned closer to Bucky. “It’s not like you don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I can’t wait, thats all.”

He was going to be honest with himself, this was the greatest day of his life. His entire family was there, at least he knew as family.

His sister, his Ma, his best friend since 1924, even the man he thought he would hate for the rest of his life. Heck, Sam was great.

Practically all the Avengers were there.

Oh, yeah. It was going to be a party to remember.

Laurya was kind enough to keep any birds away from the guests and decorations, not that it was extravagant, it was simple, no more than needed.

Who would have thought Poseidon would show up??? What a day…

He shifted his weight again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I swear, I’m gonna sit on you if you keep that up.” Steve teased.

“You just might need to.” Bucky looked around, catching his mother’s eye. She was beaming to say the least. He smiled back, choosing to pretend he didn’t see her tears. He was just as excited.

He couldn’t imagine what Natasha looked like right now…

Meanwhile, in the white tent where the reception would be held, Natasha waited patiently while Yelena finished off her make-up. Her sister would never let her live it down if she went to the alter with messy mascara.

“I hope you don’t mind Bucky attached to me now,” She half-smiled.

“He’s been attached to you,” Yelena smarted as she leaned back and inspected her work. “You just now noticed this?”

Natasha simply rolled her eyes. “I just hope I don’t start crying.”

“Don’t be a sap.”

“Hey,” The red head touched Yelena’s arm. Don’t think I’m going anywhere just because I’m getting hitched. Okay?”

“The thought never crossed my mind.”

The sisters shared a smirk and a hug before Natasha stood up and checked herself in the mirror.

“Well? How do I look?” She asked Dani who was helping in the tent.

“Absolutely stunning.” Dani nodded. She and Yelena broke the traditional style and wore suits to the wedding.

Everything was practically humming with anticipation.

The sun was just beginning to set as the ceremony began, the soft tunes of Blue Flame, a forties song, crooned from the speakers to the sides of the arbor where Cillian, Bucky and Steve stood, the middle having to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from fidgeting. Funny, he was more scared than he had ever been, even from missions for HYDRA.

He looked down as he thought back to where he was when he met Natalia. She had pulled him from a horrible place, and he had the audacity to ask her to stay with him.

And hell, she said yes.

He felt Steve give him a nudge from his left, almost a silent signal that his best friend had his back.

Bucky held his breath as he saw the bridesmaids and groomsmen come down the isle. It was only three pairs; they didn’t want a big wedding.

Then he knew he was going to loose it.

Natasha came down the isle, Sam’s arm linked with hers as she locked eyes with him.

Elecktra was getting every detail down.

Peter was quietly getting the best shots, his camera making a small clicking noise when he took a photograph.

Bucky swore his heart stopped when Natasha winked at him.

“Friends and Avengers.” Cillian began, sounding rather hyped as well. This was a big day for his friend. “Today we mark the event with our friends, James and Natasha. And it appears to be a major event for both of them.”

“Its not everyday you do this.” Natasha chimed, shooting a playful glance at the immortal.

“That is true.” Cillian grinned. “Now, who gives this bride away in marriage?”

“That would be me, even though I have no relation to her,” Sam spoke up, a bright smile on his face. “And no sympathy to Bucky, he asked for this.”

There was an amused rumble of laughter around the audience as Sam stepped back and took his seat next to Winnifred Barnes.

“Thanks, Sam” Bucky quietly said, shooting a smile to his friend.

Cillian continued, a smile plastered on his face. “I have had the honor of James as a friend, and enemy at one time. But even through the years, he’s been a man I’m proud to have as a friend.”

Natasha grinned at Bucky as he ducked his head. It was so…strange to hear a man you once hunted for a mission stating that you were a great friend. But that was the past. He needed to let go.

He was here and he was about to get married.

“A union between a pair such as this, it’s something that only happens once in a lifetime. So, Buck, you made a hell of a choice.”

Bucky chuckled and looked at Natasha who was still smiling at him.

“Another surprise, I was told that they had wrote their own vows. So, Natasha, will you honor us with your vows?”

The redhead nodded and looked at Bucky. “From those darker days when we knew nothing of happiness, I knew you were someone I should keep close to. Whether it was for protection, warmth or just companionship, you were always there for me. You’re my friend, a challenge to meet in training, my mentor, my personal space heater—“ She paused and snickered, also receiving a chuckle from the audience and Bucky.

“But you are also my life, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of whatever years we have left with you. I vow to be your companion, your lifeline, the one to stay up with you when the terror gets the best of us. I promise to be faithful, accepting of your quirks; whatever those may be. I also vow to be yours in wherever we’re going in life. I give you my heart, my love and soul. I promise to love and to cherish our love til death do us part.”

“Dang, how I am supposed to follow up that—“ Bucky smirked, taking Natasha’s hand in his. “Natalia, I know how I have hurt others in the past. I’ve done things I wouldn’t dare to share with anyone. But…then you showed up. You showed me something I hadn’t felt in years. I had no idea something so simple as compassion could change someone like me. I didn’t realize it at first, but from when I knew you meant no harm, my heart was yours. I was taken. I’m still taken aback at how you put up with me.” He breathed a laugh. “Nat, you’re the most beautiful person I know. Inside and out, you shine your love to others in a way I don’t deserve. And I vow never to smother that light, never to let you walk this life alone. I promise to love, to cherish, to share and to hold you for the rest of our lives. You’re not only my friend and partner in crime, you’re my girl, and I’ll never let you go.”

Cillian nodded in approval and smiled. “And now the rings, please.”

Steve deposited the two rings in Cillian’s outstretched hand, giving Bucky and bump on the shoulder with a grin.

“A circle has no end.” Cillian began again. “Its infinite, it also shows both of your unconditional love and respect for one another. James, take the ring and repeat after me.”

Bucky took the silver and red ring in his metal hand and gently held Natasha’s left hand.

“Natasha, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and all the days after.”

Bucky smiled and met Natasha’s gaze. “Natasha, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and all the days after.”

“And now you, Nat.”

“James Bucky Barnes, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and all the days after. And don’t you forget it, either.”

“No, ma’am.” Bucky shook his head.

“Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.” Cillian said quickly, noticing Natasha hopping slightly. “James, you may now kiss the bride.”

“Yeehaw!” Bucky whooped before pulling Natasha in and kissing her slowly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Barnes!” Steve cheered.

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[writingpastmybedtime]

Happily Ever After

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N is feeling conflicted on her wedding day. Despite the expectations of her family, Y/N realizes that her heart belongs to another. Encountering Bucky before the ceremony, Y/N confronts her doubts and ultimately decides to follow her heart, fleeing the wedding and running into Bucky's waiting car.

Word Count: 1,7+

A/N: Bucky is a knight in shining armour. Please comment and let me know what you think!

A wedding day was supposed to be a happy day filled with love and joy. A day to remember for the rest of your life as one of the most important events. Everyone was supposed to be smiling and shedding happy tears throughout the day, making memories that would last them a lifetime. 

But why did it feel so wrong?

Y/N was pacing around in her room, biting her nails, no doubt the manicure she had gotten yesterday was already a bit chipped and messed up. She didn’t care, though. Her body was trembling, she couldn’t breathe properly and she didn’t have anyone around that could calm her nerves.

Her parents had been joyous at the engagement and at the time it had felt right. At least she kept telling herself that. Reminding herself of everyone else’s happiness. But she had never truly been happy in the relationship.

Perhaps the real truth had always been there. The relationship was something that happened over the course of many years, mostly due to her mother’s and future mother-in-law’s meddling. 

The older women had been neighbours for years and when they found out their children were similar in age the matchmaking had begun. Y/N had to admit that Robert was handsome and a true gentleman, but he hadn’t ignited something deeper in her soul. Not like someone else had in the past. Someone that her parents had deemed wrong for her many years prior.

A soft knock was heard on the door and she turned around coming face to face with the culprit who had stolen her heart and who her soul belonged to.

“Bucky? What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t going to come,” she smiled softly at Bucky and took in his attire. He was wearing his usual black leather jacket, but underneath it lay a black button-up shirt instead of his usual colored henley. 

Bucky Barnes was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and the way he looked at her right now made her question all of the life choices that had led her to this moment.

He came closer to her, shaking his head as he took her in.

“Wow, doll,” he said in a whisper, his voice cracking and she swore she could see tears in his eyes.

“You look breathtaking,” he placed both of his hands on her cheek, making her look up at him.

She was right, his eyes were glossy, and seeing him so emotional made her own eyes start to tear up.

He whispered her name softly, as the first tear fell from her eyes. 

“Don’t cry, it’s supposed to be a happy day.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Grasping onto his hands that still held her face.

“But why does it feel so wrong?”

He sighed as he placed his forehead on hers. They stood there for a while, completely in silence and taking in each other’s company.

“I’m going to wait for you in my car if you end up choosing to go against your family.” 

Y/N opened her eyes at that, smiling at Bucky. They had had this same conversation two days ago.

“Bucky, you know I can’t do that.”

He abruptly pulled away then, shaking his head at her comment. There was a storm behind his eyes and Y/N knew he wasn’t pleased in the slightest about the predicament she was in. His fingers were shaking as he paced around the room, obviously angry.

“Why? Why do you have to put everyone else’s happiness above your own? What about your happily ever after” He asked as he pulled at his hair, avoiding the smaller ones' gaze.

Y/N looked away from him, tears flowing easily now. He had a point, she knew it, but she couldn’t risk losing her family. Bucky was giving her a choice she could never accept.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Bucky looked at her then. He sighed and moved closer to her once more.

“I meant what I said. I’m going to be waiting for you. I’ll wait until I see the doors open and you both walk out hand-in-hand. Only then, I’ll leave. But if at any moment, any at all, you finally decide to choose your own happiness before the ceremony is over, I’ll be ready.” He closed the distance between them and laid a tender kiss on her forehead, before leaving her alone in the room once more.

15 minutes later, Y/N was walking down the aisle, after having successfully fixed her makeup and removed any obvious signs of her breakdown.

She had noticed her parents first. Their proud smiles and her mother’s nod irked something in her, but she tried her best to ignore it and kept walking further. She noticed Robert next. He looked good in his grey suit with a satisfied smile on his face, and suddenly she realised that he was not the one she wanted to be waiting for her at the altar.

No, he didn’t have the ocean eyes that left her breathless whenever he looked at her for more than a second. He never looked at her as if she had hung the stars and the moon up in the darkened sky and lit up the whole world. 

No. Robert just looked.. Pleased.

She had had an inkling that Robert had only agreed to propose because her own family had a better income. Bucky had once mentioned it to her, a fact that left her uneasy. She had brushed it off, but seeing the way he looked at her now, as if she were a walking cash check, made her stomach churn.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Robert frowned, the guests gasped and her mother looked at her with a stern face, slowly shaking her head.

“Y/N, don’t do it.” Her mother voiced and she just grinned at everyone. 

Y/N turned around and with a laugh and a newfound energy she had never felt before, ran back down the aisle towards the brown wooden doors. She could hear her mother screaming at her, but she didn’t care anymore. How had she almost gone through with the wedding when it was never something she truly wanted?

Y/N opened the door and quickly ran down the stairs, noticing the black SUV that Bucky drove. He was there like he’d promised.

The window rolled down and Bucky’s handsome face appeared.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked with a smirk, before leaning over the middle console and opening the door for her.

She sat in quickly, before looking behind her shoulder and seeing Robert and their mothers already running out of the church door. 

“Go, go, go,” she yelled at him and he drove off before she could even buckle herself in. The car left the sidewalk just a second before Robert could reach her.

They sat in silence for a few seconds before both of them burst out laughing. She leaned back in her seat, feeling the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

“God, that was the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done,” she shook her head in disbelief looking over at Bucky, who was already looking at her.

“Where to next, princess?” 

The whole world was upon her now, but there was only one place she could feel the happiest.

“Take me home, Buck,” she whispered and he gave her a funny look, not understanding why she’d want to go home out of all the possibilities.

“Your place,” she corrected herself and Bucky was speechless for a second before a wide grin set on his face.

“To home it is,” he said with a proud voice.

They had driven for 30 minutes until they finally arrived at Bucky’s cabin. It was a lovely place, perfect in size and a bit further from the city, that gave them the perfect amount of privacy.

“I’ve always loved your house,” Y/N whispered as she stepped out of the car and started walking towards the house. She yelped suddenly when she felt her legs lift off the ground and found herself in Bucky’s arms.

Bridal-style.

He was smirking at her mischievously and Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s customary to carry the bride over the threshold after the wedding,” he said and she rolled her eyes ignoring the bubbling feeling inside, loving the feel of his arms around her.

“What wedding? I don’t remember attending a ceremony,” she chuckled and he tightened his grip on her.

“Well, you’re still wearing a wedding dress.”

Once inside, he lowered her to stand, but still left his hands lingering on her waist, holding her close.

“Y/N,” he whispered her name and it sounded like honey to her ears. She closed her eyes and sighed, not remembering the last time she felt this happy. There was only one thing that could make this day better.

“Can I finally kiss you?” She opened her eyes at his question, smiling at the man in front of her. 

Her one true love.

“I was just about to ask you the same,” she admitted and the smile that appeared on his face could’ve lightened up the whole room.

Without another word, Bucky closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently pull her in. His touch sent shivers down Y/N’s spine as she leaned more into his embrace, her eyes fluttering closed.

And then, their lips finally met in a tender kiss, igniting a firestorm of emotions neither of them could contain. It was a kiss filled with passion, longing, and a depth of feeling that transcended words.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. Y/N ran her fingers through Bucky’s soft hair, letting him pull herself closer as he deepened the kiss, savouring every moment of their connection. 

“I love you, Y/N. Always have and always will.” He said against her lips with so much emotion that Y/N felt tears in her eyes again.

“You’re my happily ever after, Bucky. I love you.”

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this kiss was just the beginning of their wonderful fairytale together.

thank you for reading & reblogs are appreciated <3

[another-los3r]

closeups from my wedding venue

[navybrat817]

On my knees, sir. 😍🥵🫠

[3twindragons]

Winteriron/ if they met during the first iron man movie.

[toounstable4life]

CAUSE THEY ARE 💍💍

lil lore drop(?): I had planned their wedding for fun back when FATWS was in post/production

Down to their mom’s dresses walking them down the aisle, the menu, the location, the aesthetics it was really fun.

Almost did a Tomdaya wedding and I envisioned the dress Z was gonna wear down the aisle it was an archive (yk how much Law and Z love an archival piece) I think it was a Dior archival piece

[white-wolf-actually]

//Steve/Bucky wedding overview but I didn't want to have to write a lot so it's a list of poorly-thought-out plot points.//

T'Challa officiated

Shuri made my arm have a ring built in

Alpine was the ring bearer (I told Steve no to the actual bear)

My granddaughter was adorable, but I had to fight @marvelqueents to convince them not to put their kid in an actual American flag

It took place on the Fourth of July (Steve's birthday) at the Grand Canyon //in the comics Bucky had always wanted to go there//

Sam was Steve's best man and Natasha was mine

Most of the music was from the thirties and forties

I did not cry and on an unrelated note Sam is a fucking liar

@theironcan paid for everything (thank you, Tony)

My first dances after Steve were with @little-lady-cecily and @moongirlwidow who brought both her partners

My goats from my time in Wakanda were there because they are my babies

I won a bet with Steve so he had to wear the white suit

@probably-steve @king-ofwakanda @whatarethooseshuri @mythomars @totallynotmaxok @a-rotten-chicken-nugget @the-hombrearana @wintersoldierscat @marvelwhomps @marvelwhimps @marvelqueents @peapea-0405 @nervouseden @natasha-rogersbarnes @sapphirebarnes @little-lady-cecily @moongirlwidow @becca-barnes-official @capt-carter-mostly-official